1. I'm back in L.A. As much as I missed New York, I missed Los Angeles just a little bit more—likely because I still can't stand the cold, and without my West Coast routine, felt out of sorts. (It's simple, but significant: wake up, make coffee, put on a sheet mask, read a little, then go for a walk ... Read More
Spring Awakening
I struggle, still, to find the words to explain (or excuse?) the silence since my last post. Even with the conclusion of Derek Chauvin's trial, things feel bleak: and to be honest, every step forward feels like it's countered by two back. The rage is exhausting: I'm frustrated by the world and even ... Read More
Remember Their Names
There's not much I can say that hasn't already been said. In fact, I'm a writer who's lost her words. I'm enraged, frustrated, devastated, exhausted—and though there is so much swirling in my head, this tragedy is not mine to report on, much less one to use as a means of metabolizing (and ... Read More